Of course not. She's your best friend.

"She definitely a slut, but at least she isn't a total bitch like you!" you call out to Angel. You look over at Jenna, a slight smile on her face because you defended her.

"Are you trying to get in my pants or what?" she winks at you. "Though, we might have to get a rain check. You wouldn't want to have to explain to the principal that the new girl got lost because you were fucking your friend in the bathroom, would you?"

"I don't want to fuck you," you glare at her before running off after Angel. As much of a lie as that was, you swore when the two of you were young that there would be no drama between you two. You catch up to Angel, panting. You definitely need to start hitting the gym more often.

"Were you this mean at your old school?" you ask Angel between gasps for air. "Apologise to Jenna, and I can show you to our classroom."

You grab her hand and start to pull her back towards where {best_female_friend} is still standing, looking amused at your feeble attempt at physical activity. Angel starts to blush slightly at your touch, but quickly snaps out of it and yanks her hand free.

"I hate homewreckers like her, and I don't need your damn help!"

She runs off, leaving you and Jenna alone in the hallway. Jenna walks up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. The warmth of her skin radiates down your shoulder all throughout your arm. Your cock starts growing in your pants as you imagine how warm Jenna would feel pressed against you skin-to-skin. You imagine running your hands along her curvy body, her warm breath caressing your ear as you slide into her slowly. Her voice breaks your train of thought.

"Oof, that didn't go so well. Thank you for rescuing me earlier, and I'm sorry I scared off your friend with my extracurricular activities." Jenna apologises sincerely. She leans into you slightly, giving you a hug from behind. Her huge tits press against you, and your breathing starts to quicken with excitement.

"You're right though. I am a slut. I just can't help myself sometimes," she says remorsefully. She presses harder against you, her face hovering millimeters away from yours.

"Maybe I wouldn't get in so much trouble if someone, a close of mine perhaps, would help take care of my needs," Jenna whispers into your ear seductively. She's definitely trying to turn you on right now, and it's 100% working.